The village had grown over the years and it wasn't long until the neighboring Village of Corns' border became to close. The people needed more room as too many now lived there. The other village would have to give up its land to the Water village for this to happen. The leader of the Village of Corn was not willing to do so and the Village of Waters elders refused to accept this.
The goddess feared for both villages if war were to break out. She talked with the elders for many suns and moons begging them to accept the Village of Corns' right to refuse. They would not listen. Her fear mounted and she spoke with others like her in secret for advise. None had an answer and all advised her to stay out of it. She could not her peoples lives were to precious to her. Not even her lover and best friend could convince her.
So she left to talk with the leader of the Village of Corn about this matter and prayed he would see reason. Instead he refused to see her. Claiming he did not take the word of a witch and he should have her burned at the stake. To her luck she was able to escape back in to the forest even more fearful of the war that would surely happen.
Much time passed and tensions rose with the goddess unable to do anything but watch as the inevitable finally happened. It was a cold winter day. First snow had just fallen just as the first blood of the war was spilled. Painting the newly planted snow in red.
Many years passed and the war continued on until both villages had burned to the ground. Leaving few survivors and the grief torn goddess. As she knelt in the middle of the village a deep hatred began to bloom. All those who had caused this war were dead. Yet should could not suppress the anger she felt at what they had done. The blame she felt at not being able to stop it. The goddess cried and as she did the ground which her tears touched became barren, the river turned to fire, and the sky poured and endless snow.
Her grief would spreed for miles making the land unlivable for all but her. Her heart become as cold as the snow which fell and her rage has hot has the fire that flowed. They say that is where she lives in the forsaken land of snow and fire. The Goddess Anniphia
This is a fic sorta based on how I saw Carla. It's based on my head canon of how she dealt with certain knowledge. Slight spoiler warning if you've never played Ada's route in Resident Evil 6.
All mirrors of any kind were to either be covered or disposed of the only ones left were the ones in the bathrooms. Even so she avoided them at all cost. Mirrors did not help. They only made her ask questions she refused to believe. There was no accepting just how much of a lie her life was. How easily her memories could have deceived her. They were all she had. Them and Derek she was ridding herself of him she needed those memories to be true. She needed the foundation he gave her or else she would fall into the very chaos she planned to plunge his whole world into. She needed to be Ada Wong there was no other answer no other variable allowed.
Sometimes when she was alone in front of the mirror she would see a blonde woman standing there instead. This woman's demeanor lacked the confidence and poise Ada's did but her eyes held a quite fire she saw in her own when she dared to look. During those times she would feel as if the woman who stood in the mirror was more real then Ada could ever hope to be. These moments only seemed to end when she had enough of looking at the foreign woman and broke the mirror. Other times she would see herself but instead of an relief she would begin to feel the need to touch herself to see if she was real. More then once this ended in her cutting her own skin. The feel of blood had been a reassurance,.
“I'm alive, I'm real. I'm Ada Wong” the words would relay in her head like a mantra until. An unnerving smile would cover her face and for a short while she could look in the mirror without those feelings. In that short while the mirror did not make her feel anything as the blood on her hands remained her who she was
“I am queen of the new world” the words would leave her lips and she would walk away grabbing a towel to clean off the blood not daring to spend any longer in the bathroom least she lose herself again.
For awhile she had not felt this way in fact in the begging she loved looking in mirrors. That was before the voice. The voice that in the back of her head that told her Derek had betrayed her. Told how he turned her into a monster ripped her world from her, how she wasn't real. She wasn't Ada Wong. Before the voice she was happy, she was in love and loved in return. During that time she did not even once think about the lack of actual memories beyond waking up in that hospital bed. She did not question anything. Now she could not allow herself to question anything. The answers to those questions would kill her more then the questions, that ate away at her slowly.
Seeing the real Ada for the first time, on camera footage, was jarring. She had not expected to ever run into the other woman. In all her dreams, nightmares more like, the other Ada had been a mirage or a trick. Carla convinced her self, for a short while, this one was too. Yet she was intrigued. Some part of her needed the other Ada on the playing field. Needed her to be a part of the grand scheme. She need to prove she was the real one. She was the one Derek loved. Not this fake this importer. That was what made her pick up the phone and contact this Ada, as Derek.
The game only started with three players, but Carla had been ready for outside variables. She need to be, she need to win.
First there was Jake and that Berkin girl. They both easily fit into her plan as pawns, Jake more so. If she were to do what she had in mind she would need to strengthen the C-virus. What better way then to use he blood of the offspring of Wesker.
The second set of additions came with the BSSA team, lead by Chris Redfield. His boys worked wonders as test subjects. Later she found the man too much fun to mess with. Chasing after her like a school boy with a crush.
The final set was Leon S. Kennedy, it seemed he was chasing after Derek. Like Derek always did, he screwed the poor boy, and his companion, over.
'Power plays would not be able to exist in a world full of chaos.' she mused to herself.
Everything had gone according to plan. Until Derek's little family had shot her. The variable was unseen but not unwarranted. After all she was going to jump off at some point. Bullet in her chest or no didn't change that. It was on the way down though she realized something.
She'd never have to look into another mirror again.
The is a Misa x Ange crossover fic. I do apologize for an OCC I have never written Misa before and it's been awhile since I've touched Death Note. Also Anges a bit of a bitch to write in general.
Requested by: TheTrainTicket
Misa Amane liked many things, acting, Light, black, justice, a good party, but above all else she loved to smile. A funny movie, or good surprise anything to lift her mood. There were few things that baffled her more then someone who never smiled. So when her unlikely relationship with Ange Ushiromiya started Misa was truly lost. No matter what she did, Ange never smiled. Oh sure she faked a smiles a few times for pleasantries sake, or gave a cheeky grin, but Misa wanted a really happy smile.
Throwing her small body against the wall of her dressing room in exasperation she sighed loudly. Pressing buttons in her new cell phone. As her last plan had failed, a trip to the carnival that had recently come to town, Misa needed a new plan.
"Misa Misa?" the voice of her new manger called, which Misa deiced to not so politely ignore. Her new plan consist a certain book. Much to her dismay the owner was not selling so as her manger tried desperately, in vain, to catch her attention Misa tired her hand at swindling the owner in to letting her buy it.
Her manger snatched the phone out of her hand. Using his height to his advantaged.
"You really should pay attention to me when I speak Miss Misa" He stated aloofly.
"Give it back you bastard!" Misa yelled jumping up and down still not reaching her phone no matter how much she tried. This little show continued for a while until a cough caught Misa's attention. Stopping in her current attempt to literally climb up her freakishly tall manger to get her phone. She turned her head to the open door. There leaning up against the door frame was none other then Ange, looking as bored as ever. Forgetting everything else Misa ran up to Ange and grabbed her in a hug.
"ANNNGGGEEEEE~ WHAT ARE DOING HERE I DIDN'T THINK I'D SEE YOU TILL TONIGHT!" she squealed as Ange just stood there waiting for her to calm down. They left the dressing room leaving Misa's manger behind without so much as a look back. Getting into the car chaperoned by Ange's current bodyguard
"Hey Ange where are we going?" Misa popped off interrupting her own monologue about her day.
" I was thinking we'd visit that carnival one last time before it left." Misa's eyes lite up.
"Really! but I thought you didn't like it?" grabbing Anges hands across the seat from Misa. One of Ange's eye brows lifted in confusion.
"What made you think that."
Misa darted her eyes to the side.
"Well you didn't seem to be having fun." Making eye contact a blush accompanying her checks.
" I mean you didn't smile once!" Ange's bangs covered her eyes as silence engulfed the car.
"I've forgotten." the words barely left her mouth. "it's been so long I forgot how to smile."
Misa gasped slightly preparing to exclaim how sorry she was. When Anges pointer finger rested on her lips. lifting up her head so her bangs moved away from her eyes.
"It's going to be a long time before I can ever truly smile again and even then I am unsure." Misa quickly took Ange in to her arms tears steaming down her cheeks.
"It's okay I'll..I'll smile for the both of us." pulling back with a huge smile.
"Heh if you say so" a small smirk playing on Anges.
and covering my eyes was your lie, so I ripped it off. Only to find that I could no longer tell the two apart.
This is a Beatrice and Ange centric fic. Take it anyway you chose.
Thoughts ran ramped threw her mind. 'Is this really a memory?' 'An I actually dreaming?' 'What am I waiting for?' 'Why am I not comforting my younger self?'. Ange could not understand any of it and as she stood there waiting, feeling every little emotion her younger self was feeling, until she saw a figure dissolve from the nothingness around them into existence. After a moment Ange recognized the figure to be Beatrice. Though her younger self had yet to notice this figure in front of her, a part of Ange felt a sudden urgency to save her younger self from the cruel witch. Alas the part of her mind that seemed to have control calmed her. Telling her to look at the witch.
'Does she really look like the Beatrice you know from the games?' the voice urged, causing Ange to take a second look at her. Surly this witch was different. The look in her deep, blue eyes was almost dead as if she was on the cusp of her last moments. Her hair was down and her movements painfully slow. Everything about this Beatrice was different from the one Ange had come to know, the one who's eyes seemed to smile at others in a taunting way, who spoke rudely and with no second thought, who was a literal pain in Ange's neck. This witch was surely different.
As the golden haired witch got down on her knees in front of the younger Ange, said Ange finally noticed the newcomer and started at her, tears still running down her checks. Her eyes slightly asking 'Who are you why are you here?' Beatrice said noting to Ange's younger self, instead opting to wipe her tears and silently offer her lap for the nine year old to lay her head on.
At this Ange felt a new rush of emotion from her younger self. It was something Ange hadn't felt in to long, so long she had almost forgotten its name. The serine calm like nothing in the world could make you fear. It was peace, a true since of peace. As the little girl laid her head down on the young woman's lap, a loud sound much like someone stomping there foot over and over on the ground in irritation, caused Ange to quickly open her eyes from what she now realized was a dream.
"Who gave her permission to sit in MY chair? Its MINE!" a pouting childish Beato complained, all the while stomping her foot over and over.
"Geez don't throw a tantrum, you big baby! Just wake her up and tell her to move… Its not that hard." Mumbled a clearly agitated Battler.
"But I don't wanna. Someone else do it." Beato whined back in response "Why don't you Battler? You're her partner. She likes you, humph."
By that statement Ange was able to deduct that Beatrice did not like Ange's storming out on her earlier one bit. Not that Ange cared. If she did not want to do something then she wouldn't. Ange loudly sighed and got up from the chair.
"You know for a thousand year old witch you sure are a pampered child." Ange scolded as she moved to the chair next to Battler.
Beatrice had no comment as she sat down, or was it more like plopped? Oh well, Ange didn't care.
"Well now shall we begin the fourth game?"………..
Dear Battler,
If you are receiving this. The that means that you have reached the truth as I have wanted of you, but it also means that for me, time has already run out. I am truly sorry for everything that has happened up to this point, and I know that words or anything could ever give you or anyone else back the things I have selfishly taken from you all. I pray that you at lest are able to make it home to your dear sister, but if you are not then I have a favor to ask. Not for me but for Ange and for you. Please…. please put her soul to rest and write her a tale. Weave her the perfect tale that no one may disturb, for her sake, because, Battler, as you most likely well know, now sometimes humans deserve better then the truth.
Sincerely,
Beatrice the Golden
American horror movies were horrible but at least they spent time together this way.
This is a one shot of England and America. It's really short and just meant to be fluffy can be taken as couple-y or just brotherly love which ever you prefer.
A practically loud scream from next to the bright blond haired man, amplified by the shrill scream of the female on the telly caused England to almost drop his tea. Looking towards the scream, England saw America curled up freighted with a pillow in his arms and practically encasing himself into the arm rest. If it weren't for the fact that England was just plain wore out from last few days of work, he was sure he would have found the sight funny and a tad enduring. Instead he just sighed at the sight wondering, not for the first time, if America was some kind of mental masochist. He knew these movies scared the hell out of him, yet he always was the one who brought them over, who begged and pleaded for England to watch them with him, and always ended up a scared mess who needed to sleep in England's bed with him "to protect England from the ghost" or what ever.
If it wasn't for the fact England understood a thing or two about male pride he'd call America out on his utter bullshit. Looking back at the screen, not really paying attention to the movie anymore, England lost himself in mundane wanderings, mostly about Doctor Who, and almost didn't noticed when he was quickly pulled in to be squeezed around the middle by a very hysterical and tear stained American.
"Alfred Jones, if the movie scares you that much then turn it off." England exasperated.
The blue eyed male looked up at him pouting like a lost puppy, knowing full well how hard it was for England to say no to such a look, "But it'll ruin movie night and… And it's almost over, plus I'm not scared. I'm just holding you to protect you from the monster… Yep."
England of course was not convinced, but as habits went, though he swore on day this habit was going to kill him, England let America have his way and just leaned back into the couch, lightly putting his own arms around the younger male. Almost instantly England felt conferrable even with America squeezing him out of fright every now and then. England really had to admit he liked cuddling with America even in slightly odd ways such as this one and if the lessening in shaking from America was anything to go by, the slightly taller male was also comforted by the situation. Not that either would ever admit it.
Without even realizing it both of them had fallen asleep in each others arms long before the credits rolled, and while they'd both wake up in the morning each pretending something different hadn't happened the night before, for now they could sleep and dream holding on to one another happily as if things between them had always been this way, and maybe such moments were for the best.
There is a man on the moon made of cheese with hair made out of spaghetti.
This is and America and Fem!America fic. More so kinda family-ish but does have couple-y hints.
"Well Alfred your…"
"What's going on in here?" a grumpy overworked male voice popped in. At that moment both Emily and Alfred turned there head, only to see Arthur at the doorway looking irritable. Nether made a move, they both should have been in bed hours ago yet they had disobeyed and instead looked at the night sky only to start an argument about what kind of cheese the moon was made out of. After a moment of silence Arthur sighed.
"Just go to bed you two, please. We have to be up and ready for church in the morning."
"Yes, England." They both said in unison as they each headed to bed. After tucking in and saying there goodnight s for a second time, they both laid in the quite attempting to sleep until Alfred popped off.
"Since you don't believe me Emily, one day I'll prove to ya. I'll reach the moon and prove to you its made out of Swiss cheese." Not really thinking about her next words Emily sated with just as much gusto.
"Well yeah, I'll reach it first and prove to you its Mozzarella cheese then you have to admit that just cause I am a girl doesn't mean Arthur loves me any less." Happy with her self and the silent agreement on Alfred's side they both fell asleep dreaming of the day they'd reach the moon and prove the other dead wrong.
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It was near sunset in the hot desert was slowly cooling down. Even so the small jail was already cold as the night would soon be. Alfred F. Jones, the first ever U.S. Marshal, grinned while leaning back in the Sheriffs' chair right across from the cell which currently held the very girl he was in charge of taking back to the capital.
"So, are we gonna head back nicely or am I gonna have to have ya hog tied all the way there Missy?" Alfred asked with a shit eating grin across his face. Oh no, he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon because this time little Emily Jones was going home and would be a proper American lady if Alfred had anything to say about it. After all out here she could get hurt and Alfred was supposed to protect her, not allow her to run around and get hurt. The hero never let there loved ones get hurt, so he would protect his precious person.
Emily glared at him, "I don't wanna go back and you know why Alfred." her voice was clam and cool, one could even say sad sounding as the words left her lips.
The silence made Alfred's face fall. He definitely knew Emily hated being treated like a porcine doll, even if it was for her own good, while he could understand he had to protect her.
Alfred sighed "If you come nicely with me I promise to let you do one thing before you have to be a lady again, okay?" He saw an immediate reaction from of happiness from her.
"Anything I want? Really Alfie? Anything?" Alfred smiled even if that old nickname annoyed the crap out of him. It was cute coming from her.
"Yes, Em. Anything. Now let's go, it's already nightfall and I wanna get home very soon."
Without any kind of resistance Emily followed Alfred to the wagon that would be taken them to Washington D.C. As they got in together Alfred tipped his hat to the diver and they were headed off.
It was silent, neither one of them much for conversation. Even so Alfred could only stare at her from where he sat. Looking her over, he fully realized how scandalous her attire was. Those shorts were way to short and while that long trench coat covered her back her entire midriff was showing. A blush of shock spread across his face as he quickly moved his eyes up only to clash with her light steel blue ones. Alfred didn't know why he began to blush, all he knew was that it was impossible to pull it down with that purely innocent look on Emily's face.
So lost in his own thoughts, Alfred barely even noticed when she began to speak. "Al, I think I know what I want." The words peaked his interest and all other previous thoughts flew out the window.
"Oh? And what is that, Em?"
"I want to look at the night sky with you."
"Like when we were kids?"
At this she nodded, "Right now preferably."
Alfred thought on it for a moment and saw no harm, plus the nice gentleman driving them probably would need some rest by now. So, with a small nod towards Emily he got the attention of the driver who had most likely heard everything anyways and had him stop. The man was more then happy to and seemed quite thankful for the rest. Alfred got out pulling the blond haired girl with him. After untying the ropes around her wrist, which he was proud to say was made from a knot he invented him self and no one else could untie, they walked a little a ways to make a small fire and watch the sky like they used to do.
The silence that had come was both expected and unexpected. There was so much Alfred wanted to say, but the pure nostalgia of looking at the moon and stars with Emily left him not wanting to say anything. He had figured she felt the same way to from all the side glances he had taken, though why he kept glancing over at her baffled him, so when she spoke up Alfred was for a moment shocked.
"Remember when we used to argue over the kind of cheese the moon was made out of?" Her eyes never left the sky as she spoke. Though Alfred's did as he answered.
"Yeah, I do." A smile eloping his face at the memory. Of course he remembered. He even remembered her one sided bet.
"Ya know," Emily's face turned toward his. "I still say the moon is Mozzarella cheese."
Alfred almost laughed. Mozzarella cheese? Please everyone knew it was Swiss. Though whether or not that meant Sweden made the moon didn't really matter.
"Come on, Em, everyone knows its Swiss cheese." Alfred stated over exaggerating his pronunciation on the word everyone causing a drawl to find its way out.
"Well, you are by golly wrong, Alfred F. Jones!" Emily stood up, her own southern drawl making its self be quite known. When she did this Alfred stood too. Marking that he was indeed taller then her by a few inches. Emily glared up at him, Alfred knew better then anyone that she was not someone who would stand down easily, not that he was any different, mind you.
"Stop smiling at me like that Mr. Jones." Emily demanded.
"Why should I Miss Jones?" He joked really he never had figured out why rallying her up was so much fun.
At that Emily pounced on him, bring them both crashing into the desert dirt. After a moment of pain and silence, Alfred slowly took notice of the position he was in. First off he was on the ground and it wasn't very comfortable. Not only was the fall hurting his back but there were rocks and sticks which weren't helping one bit. Second he noticed that Emily was right above him with both hands on either shoulder, smirking at him. He also noticed that his legs were more or less trapped between hers which were securely placed on either side of him.
"Not so tall are we now?" Her happiness at this statement was evident threw her voice. This was surely no position for a hero to be in. Scratch that this was no position for a man to be in. Why the hell did she just attack him? Ladies didn't attack men and men didn't attack ladies. So what in the Sam hill glory was he supposed to do?
"Ahhh, cant stand those few inches being taken away." She laughed.
"What the hell, Em." He replied
She looked at him for a moment with her head cocked to the side.
"Why are you blushing?" She calmly asked. He was not blushing was he? Well, surly if he was it was do to the heat from the camp fire. There was no other reason for him to be blushing right?
"I'm hot, Emily, now get off this ground isn't that comfortable ya know." With a sigh she moved off of him. After sitting up and fixing his glasses Alfred also sighed.
"So, I guess there's only one way to settle this argument." He seriously stated. Emily raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, and please tell what is that."
"Were just gonna have to reach the moon."
Emily puffed out her cheeks for a moment, which Alfred had to admit he had always found cute when she did.
"Fine, but when we do and I win I wont have to be a proper lady anymore." She sent her hand out.
"And when I win you'll stay out of danger of any sort." Alfred grabbed her outreached hand.
"Fine."
"Good."
And they shook on it.
That next morning Alfred woke up on the ground hog tied and alone. It was at that moment he decided girls like Emily were more work then they were wroth.
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Today was the day and Emily Jones couldn't be more thrilled. After all today she'd both prove her brother wrong and beat that silly Russian at something, well both her and Alfred would beat him, but that was beside the point. After all these years technology had caught up and they would finally reach the moon, then Alfred would have to stop treating her like some damsel in distress all the time. She may be a damsel, but if she was ever in distress she could handle herself. She spent almost all of the eighteen-hundreds proving that to both of them, by golly. Emily smiled as she entered Alfred's White House office.
"Today is the day!" She exclaimed making Alfred's head pop up from his current paperwork. She moved over to the front of his desk and slammed her hands down on it. "Today is the day you get proven wrong and finally have to stop treating me like I'm glass!" Alfred smirked and leaned in.
"Nu-uh Em, today is the day I prove you wrong and you have to actually start listing to me and stop putting yourself in bad situations that I have to save ya from." It was obvious Alfred was in a playful mood which usually meant he would prosperously annoy her. This realization made her puff out her cheeks. Did he have to be such a brat? And she could take care of herself.
"It's not like I cant take care of myself, Mr. Jones." She huffed and turned her back to him. She distinctly heard a giggle come from the wheat-blond haired male behind her. Instantly she turned around and glared. "What 's so damn funny, mister?" she growled and Alfred shook his head lightly.
"You being so cute is all." the grin on his face only seem to grow.
Emily sighed. "Well, today is still the day you get proven wrong." Emily stated walking out the door quickly to hid her ever growing blush on her face.
They had spent all day bugging each other and waiting for the party at the White House they had set up for the men who had landed the Apollo 11. Both Emily and Alfred waited excitedly, not to congratulate the men, no at the moment the only thing that was on there mind was one question, what cheese is the moon made out of? They just had to know. After all there was a bet on the table and both had to know the winner. Was it Emily or Alfred? It would all come down to this.
They had waited for the right moment to pull one Mr. Neil Armstrong away from the party goers currently occupying the White House, and now was that moment. Emily ever so subtly pulled the man away from everyone into a randomly picked empty room under the guise of giving him a personal tour. Alfred had slipped away just before to get to the room first, which is where he currently stood waiting. After a few moments the door opened and the brunette male was pushed in with the door quickly shut and locked behind him. After a moment of stumbling and getting his balance back he blinked. Wondering just where he was Neil turn his head towards Emily, oblivious to Alfred's presence in the room for the moment, and asked her what was going on.
"Its simple, Mr. Armstrong sir." Alfred answered with a huge smile.
The brunette male looked at Alfred, "And what might this simple reason be… Mr.?"
"Jones, Alfred Jones." Alfred answered reaching out his hand for a shake.
"Mr. Jones" Neil shook Alfred's hand "So, why am I here again?"
"Well, we have something to ask you, Mr. Armstrong sir." Emily spoke up moving beside Alfred smiling happy.
"Well then, Mrs. Jones, ask away. I'll answer whatever I can." Neil answered Emily with a smile.
"What kind of cheese is the moon made out of?" both Emily and Alfred asked in unison, with big eyes like little kids on Christmas morning.
For a moment Neil stood a tad shell shocked, two grown adults asking what kind of cheese the moon was made out of? After a moment a laugh fell from his mouth which he couldn't control. It was just cute in a creepy way he thought. At this both Alfred and Emily's face fell and turned curious. 'What are they? Twins?' Neil asked himself and here he was thinking they were married.
"What's so funny?" Emily pouted. This forced Neil to straighten up.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Jones, it's just that only little kids still believe the moon is made out of cheese."
Alfred's face also feel to look like that of a disappointed little kid.
"Then what is the moon made out of?" Sounding like a five year old Alfred asked.
"It's a hug rock basically, sir." Neil answered. After a moment of taking in the info they both let him go surly disappointed.
A week letter at the normal G8 meeting, this one being held in Pairs, France, neither Alfred or Emily had gotten over the embarrassment and pure disappointment of there recent discovery. While everyone was expecting boosting and rubbing it in there faces that they did land on the moon and beat Russia at something else, putting most nations on one edge or another, but instead what they got was two very quite and disappointed looking Americas sitting side by side facing opposite each other as if it was them who had just lost the moon landing and not Russia.
"Ah, Angleterre? Do you happen to know what is wrong with our dear Amériques? They do seem off today, no?" Francis asked Arthur out of curiosity and partly worry. He knew from experience when either one of them was quite it was never a good thing. Arthur looked over at them obvious worry etched on his brow.
"Not sure, frog, and even if I knew I wouldn't tell you." Arthur crackly stated as he ignored the obvious problem between Alfred and Emily. Whatever it was they could fix it themselves. Yep, he definitely wasn't one bit interested or worried. Not in anyway thank you very much.
Throughout the meeting Arthur was distracted by the obvious tension between the two. He sighed as he watched them tiptoe around each other not even attempting to hid the fact that there was something wrong. Arthur sighed, didn't he raise them better then that? He knew for a fact he taught them both that you don't let others even guess you have any dirty laundry. So why were they being so obvious that there was something wrong that even the damn frog had picked it up?
By the end of the meeting for the day Arthur decided he couldn't take anymore. He had to know what was brothering them so damn much.
"Ahhh, Alfred, Emily? May I talk to both of you for a moment?" He asked.
They both nodded and waited for everyone to file out. After everyone else had left they both turned to him with equal looks of curiosity, sometimes he swore they were too much alike, Arthur sighed then asked.
"So, what has been bothering you both so much today that you had to be so damn distracting?" He knew he was practically scolding, not that he cared, they obviously needed it. After the question had been asked they both answered at the same time, Alfred loud while Emily mumbled.
"The moon….is just a freaking huge rock." Arthur blinked then literally face palmed wondering where in God's name he and Alice went wrong in raising them.
In all the stories the prince would wake her from her curse with a kiss
This is a Fem!Sasuke x Fem!Naruto one-shot. I do apologize for any OCC. I have a hard time with Sasuke no matter the gender and this whole thing was a pain in a half to write. Fun but a pain.
Dedicated to: lazyhooker aka Wifey
"Do you plan to stay asleep forever dobe." Her voice was silky and annoyed sounding. It would be just like Naruko to sleep her life away she deiced. In her current state Naruko reminded Sasuko of the fairy tales she used to love so much as a child. Her mother would sit her down every night before bed and read her stories of the heroics of brave men risking life and limb to save the princess. Usually ending with the gantlet prince waking her up from whatever curse befell her with a kiss. In those times Sasuko had dreamed of being that prince. It was even a part, though small one, of the reason she even wanted to become a ninja at the time. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth that all her memories did.
Her pale hand softly moved a lock of hair from Narukos' tan forehead. She felt warm to the touch, a reassurance that the dobe was still alive. It made her wonder if giving in to her old childish wish for a moment would be so bad. It was not as if it would work. Nor had Sasuko really done much outside of training to kill and killing since she left the village so long ago. Giving in to one old childish wish from her younger years would not be a bad thing. Right? Mulling it over for a minute the dark haired woman finally made up her mind. lightly grabbing the hand closest to her Sasuko lend down very slowly. Copying the very pose from the illustrations in her mothers old stories until their lips touched. The kiss was soft and barely there. In the short time it lasted Sasuko noticed two things. Narukos' lips were unsurprisingly chapped, though not as badly as she had once imagined. Two even though Naruko was asleep Sasuko really liked kissing her. She honestly felt bad the blonde was in a stupid coma for a moment.
Pulling her self up she narrowed her eyes. She began to wonder things she had never really thought on before. Until she felt a twitch from the hand she was still unconsciously holding. She glared down at Narukos' tan hand, still held lightly by her own, almost daring it to move again. After a moment Narukos' hand twitched again. Pulling her own hand away in disbelief the dark haired woman frowned deeply. There was no way some stupid kiss woke the dobe up. It had to be coincidence or just good timing. Hell maybe she was not waking up at all. Either way Sasuko felt it was best to leave. As she began to turn back towards the still open window she caught site of a pair of light cobalt blue eyes, and she stopped in her tracks. They were hazed over and darkened a bit, but it seems she was recognized instantly.
"Hey teme." Naruko began her voice whisper like and a bit rough from years of not being used. "please." Her hand reached out limply. barely being able to hold on to the edge of her sleeve. Looking down at it reminded Sasuko of just how long her old friend had been asleep. She was begging to wonder if she had fallen asleep her self. If so this was going to turn into a nightmare any moment now. Her dreams always did. "don't go I need you." the last words made her head shot up and glare at the other woman. She was unsure what to say or do, then she heard foot steps coming fast this way. If she had to say probably two or three people.
Knowing she'd rather not get caught Sasuko tuned away with out a word back heading quickly for the window and towards the sunrise. Plainly ignoring Naruko desperately trying to reach for her. As she leaped out the window both the sound of the door to the hospital room being loudly opened and Naruko falling off the bed with a loud thud could be heard. Quickly accompanied by shouts and different levels of panic. Never once did Sasuko stop to answer or acknowledge anything that had happened. At least until she felt she was far enough away.
After half a day she finally felt she had out maneuvered anyone that might have been sent after her. Sasuko dropped down into a clearing not far from the Sound border. In the clearing there was a river taking a quick scan of the area she deiced it was suitable for a small rest. She sat down against the nearest tree and let its shade cool her as she allowed her self to think on what happened. Nothing had went as plan. Though really there was never much of a plan. She still was not sure what compelled her to see Naruko. Was it what Sakura had said last time they met? Was it what the stupid look a like had sprouted, or was there another reason. Thinking about it she should have listed to Karin and not gone at all. Then again if she had would she have ever gotten to live that old childhood dream. She huffed picking herself up and heading towards her teammates
An hour later Sasuko arrived at the camping spot only to find Jugo missing and Suigetsu and Karin in another fight. She stared at them uninterested waiting. Karin was the first to notice her, unsurprising of course, after giving Suigetsu one last punch she turned to Sasuko and glared. Before she could open her mouth though Suigestsu beat her to the punch. "So Leader-Chan did you have fun?" The tone in his voice insinuated things Sasuko would not acknowledge. Instead she opted to ask her own question. "Where's Jugo?" This time Karin spoke. "He's about forty-five degrees west of us not very far he said he had to take a walk.." she stated nonchalantly glare still intact. Sasuko nodded "Pack your things where heading out now". Neither said a word as she headed in the direction to find Jugo herself and tell him they were leaving. Before leaving she stopped for a second and almost whispered. "Waking a princess is more fun then I ever expected" smirking as she headed off leaving the two in stunned silence and feeling a bit better about the whole thing.
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